The Hand That Rocked My Cradle

My mother has been on my mind. 

I was thinking about her Sunday when we heard the reading about the prodigal son returning home and the grand celebration at his return (Luke 15:1-3, 11-32).  Isn't that the welcome we all get when we find our way back to the Lord? 

I wonder if she knows that is the welcome awaiting her when she finally comes "home."

There is a prayer in my heart:  may she finds peace and contentment and safety and escape the demons - real and imagined - that haunt her.

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